Driving through open fields.
Avoiding metallic bodies, cold winds draw a sharp image of you.
Your mask reveals a virgin white smile.
The ancient obsessive monster comes back to life.
Claws capture me and I can’t wait for that bite or that kiss.
I saw two red foxes appear in synchronicity.
A shovel that haunts your back seat.
We embraced tightly in that parking lot.
Love mixed with tears and dark coffee.
My little lioness please stay and eat with me.
(c) A.R. Minhas 2020
